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i hate the smell of the alcohol
because it inflames my throat
as it passes through my lungs
and run out of breath

i hate the smell of your scent
because it aches my head
as memories come back
and lose control

i hate the smell of the cigarette
you used to drag off
when you were nervous
distressed and upset

i am that lungs
you promised to keep
but now why are you
impulsively killing me?
just because
it doesn't leave
a single line
doesn't mean
it's not a poem

just because
it doesn't rhyme
doesn't mean
you're not a poet

because a poem
is not merely
about the style
but solely
about the soul
i don't know but
one day
we just stopped
talking
ten word poem #1
your eyes
are my favorite
galaxy
six word poem #1
I appear to have lost all inspiration,
When I lost you.
I knew you were my drive,
My muse.
And this heart is naught,
But hollow.
I love you and miss you,
You're long gone...
Yup... can't really write poetry right now.
She is obscene, ******* inbetween
I shouldn't haven't to explain what that means  
Only a handleful don't find her scary and overwelming
Ok so I'm letting the angry apple flavoring do all the writing
Who is really listening, honestly  
This psychotic chick will always be the one and only
Sorry if you were expecting me to sing
I suppose this was not enough
Oh well I'll keep sipping while you're guesstimating the measures you should be taking
Here's a secret, I mentally teeter totter unstably
So does the rest of poetfreak
Let's start a toast and forward the drinking
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